'—'Pretty well,' says I; 'you're not badly off at the Friars, for that
matter. “Second class,” said some one, but first and second were all alike to her. She plucked at the knots of her racket and heard him to the end, then
spoke in a restrained undertone. The eyes, too,
though large and bright, and shaded by long lashes, seemed to betoken, as hazel
eyes generally do in men, a faithless and uncertain disposition. Here was a terrific figure gnashing his teeth, and howling like a
wild beast;—there a lover, with hands clasped together and eyes turned
passionately upward. Sir John felt hot and furious. “It’s precious unromantic. Somehow to-night—I don’t know.
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